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So, there are rumours going around that this is the lost sex tape Paris Hilton filmed of Jared during the filming of House of Wax.

Someone had this to say about it:

Oh, the infamous SamWannBe porn, named so because so many fans of the TV show Supernatural believe it could be the actor Jared Padalecki. Fans say the porn above was made by Paris Hilton during the filming of the movie House of Wax and she supposedly claimed the guy was an “up and cumming Russian porn star who was just shy” WTF? LOL It was called Tom_2005 and Jared’s character was named Tom and he did have to shave his body for the wax scene and the guy in the video is totally shaven. Even the voice an body match say fans. They have scrutinized it over and over again. They changed it to SamWannaBe and it was put on MegaUpload until the FBI shut it down. Now, someone found it here. If anyone knows who the man is and has proof, that would be interesting. So…anyone know?

Watch it for yourselves, and tell me what you think.

shroudedheart

The thing is: The guy on this Video had so weird nipples, that I laughed my ass off and was all like trlolol. Look at the white nipples. THEN. I saw this on my DASH. So…..

Now look at the nipples in th video:

These are the same nipples if you ask me and, hell I’ve never seen WHITE. NIPPLES. So……

I mean besides the whole voice and hand thing the nipples are a dead-giveaway, too.

alyricalsecret

Best toddler costume ever

mariahhlynn

STOP IT RIGHT NOW MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS 😱😍😍😍

cjshark

Ellie, is that you?

saverockandroll-antithesis-deac

THAT IS NOT NOW NOR SHALL IT EVER BE OKAY

theplushbear

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M!A Angel!Cas

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The pain on his husband’s face came as a surprise to Castiel and for a moment, he wished he’d been human for this, high on drugs and unable to feel the punch to his gut the more the other’s soul dimmed in response to the strain between them. Tears that had previously pricked his eyes, spilled forth and Castiel quickly wiped them away with his sleeve at a speed Dean wouldn’t be able to pick up on —or he hoped the hunter didn’t pick up.

This had been his one true love, the only one Castiel had ever wanted so completely and their issues had ruined everything between them. It had been a decision Castiel struggled with for a long time, but he couldn’t keep postponing the inevitable, knowing they could never truly go back to the way they were. And now that Dean was around for a change, it was best to take the step before he chickened out again and would have to wait for several more months.

“If I’m wrong, this is your chance to tell me,” he interjected, believing Dean to remain silent anyway. Neither of them had ever been good in sharing their feelings, and besides the successful sessions where Castiel had sat with Dean and let him open up in his own time, this was right back to how they’d started, afraid and always silent to what was going on inside. It was their ruin then, and would no doubt be their ruin now.

Castiel didn’t know this Benny, but at the man’s name, his wings bristled and he forced himself to take a deep breath in order to calm down. This Benny didn’t necessarily have to be Dean’s lover, and even if he was, surely the hunter wouldn’t let another man father their daughter. Would he? As soon as the man had signed the papers, more tears fell from his eyes and he nodded his gratitude, taking them back from Dean and putting them back under his coat where he wouldn’t lose them during his flight. “I—I’m sorry, Dean.”

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Dean was not the kind of a person to let any other person take the place of someone who was gone. --Hell, he had spend his whole life with being broken and empty because a lot of people had left a huge whole in his chest that he didn't allow to be filled by anyone.

Anyone but this little angel in front of his desk who was watching him sign their down-fall. He remained silent when Castiel asked him to talk - What was the need in talking, when the both of them knew that there was no way to save it anyway? Dean preferred ending it in a nice and clean cut than worse. They didn't needed to argue another time; especially because Dean didn't had the power for it anymore. He was tired... So tired that he couldn't even put it in words, and if it wouldn't be for their daughter's.... For Castiel's daughter and Dean's daughters Dean would have give up long ago. Run into a battlefield from which he would never be able to return. Maybe he'd meet Sammy again. Maybe his mother. Who could tell that, right? Maybe he'd be able to play Casper...

"Don't.", he cut in once the other one started apologising, the pained look still on his face but anger flaming up as well. "Don't you dare...", he whispered in the next moment, before he shook his head once again. "There is nothing. Not a single thing you have to apologise for." --At least, Dean knew that those things, Castiel had to apologise for, he did not feel sorry for at the first place. "You gave me a reason to live.", and this sounded so wrong and he decided to shrug. "Iana. --I wouldn't have her now if it wasn't because of you."

"It is over now... And...I don't want to hear any empty apologises, Castiel...You hear me? I knew what I signed to when I did,and I did take the risks. It didn't work. Fine. That's just how life is."

#askevilcas #askdeanwin

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askdeanwin replied to your post: Did you know that he wanted the divorce…?

So now me being a jerk is a new thing? —Nothing. I’m… I react allergic on that nickname, that’s all. Now. Did you know it?

This is about you and me. Not you and my brother. But since you bring it up, if you were being a jerk to him like you are me, I can see why.

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Maybe I'm being a jerk to you because you say things like that? Every thought about that?

#askanna

shroudedheart

Sometimes, smiling can be so easy... [Snow]

Thiiis is a short drabble / ficlet or whatever you’d want to call it for isaachlaheyslair. I hope you like it; love ♥ ((P.s. I wasn’t even planing on bringing Derek up on the first place but … Sterek rules my life xDDD))

It was snowing…. And it was beautiful. Stiles was sitting in the Hale House, cowered in several blankets while he looked out of one of the many broken windows and watched the snow cover up the dirty reality.

Stiles loved the snow. It had something calming, and he could sit for several hours and just watch it fall —And that. Well that was a great thing, especially because there was literally nothing Stiles could focus on doing for longer than ten or twenty minutes usually.

Scott was with Deaton, Derek, Peter and Isaac had left to train, -Derek Hale didn’t give two craps about the weather. As Werewolves they didn’t even feel the chill as much as Stiles did. Since the whole story with the Alpha Pack, Derek had turned into a monster, trying to do everything he could to keep his pack safe; And Stiles tried to help him the best he could—Sadly there was nothing the teen could do.

The snow was still falling when Stiles saw someone walking towards the Hale house. The teen quickly jumped up from his seat and took a few steps closer to the window, looking outside only to see that it was Isaac. Maybe Derek and Peter had once again started giving each other ‘The Look’?

Either way Stiles stood up to make the Beta a hot Choco, no matter if he’d want it or not. Of course it was nothing compared to the ones his mother had been making or his Dad was making, but hey, that was all he could create with Cacao powder and hot milk.

Isaac didn’t say anything, he just glanced at Stiles who was still carrying a blanket over his shoulder and nodded as a gesture of thanks once he had the mug in his hands.

They didn’t needed to talk, especially because whenever they talked, it ended in a fight.

So they’d sit down together, drink hot chocolate that really didn’t taste too good and watch the snow fall in silence. Isaac would even let Stiles lean against him and secretly lean back, allowing the human to take advantage of his erased body-heat while the both of them enjoyed the fact that they no longer had to be alone.

Isaac and Stiles wouldn’t talk until he would hear his Alpha and Peter walking back home and tell Stiles about it. They would stand up, Stiles would go to the door to welcome Derek with one of his most annoying smirks and offer him something to drink. Mr. Grumpy McGrump would say no. Peter would play hurt because Stiles would not offer him anything and Stiles would just glare. —He and Peter would never get along… At least not in the next thousand years.

Afterwards, Derek would offer Stiles a ride back home because it would already be dark outside and his jeep wouldn’t work as usually. The Alpha would park his Camaro in front of the Stilinski-Home and wait until Stiles stopped rambling about something, he hadn’t listened to at the first place and get out. “So it’s a deal then? It is going to be the first Pack-Christmas. Bet Isaac’s gonna like it.” And then Derek would frown, Stiles would laugh, his nose red from the cool air, squeeze his shoulder and get out of the car.

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M!A Angel!Cas

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Castiel still wanted to hear from Dean whether he was spending time with his other daughter or not. Yet his husband had failed to let him know where he was, what he was doing and how Iana was doing. They were all reasons enough for a couple to argue, but the former angel wouldn’t, knowing most of what had happened was his fault anyway. Where Dean was the instignator at first, having to learn loyalty and fidelity, Castiel himself had strayed over the years and become someone completely different from who they were when they met. Dean had changed too, but for the better. The former angel could never deserve him again.

Nodding his understanding, he slowly raised his teary eyes to meet Dean’s, before opening his trench coat and pulling out a stack of papers, holding them out to Dean. “We’ll never get past it,” he whispered pathetically, knowing that as long as Dean saw those past mistakes, the pain and sorrow, there was no more future for them. “Tell me, where’s Iana?”

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It pained Dean even more to see that Castiel had brought the papers... It was the end. Not the end Dean would have wanted --Hell, he'd take the apocalypse if he had to, but this? This was too big for him. The man --The angel. The fallen Angel. --He had loved and would always love was done with him. It was better this way... Dean wouldn't get more hurt than he was and Castiel wouldn't ache for something, that neither of them could create ever again.

They shouldn't have let it come that far at the first place. Always had argued, always had problems, trust issues. Once one of them had started trusting the other one fully, the other one pulled away. And there was no need in denying it: Dean had known that it would end this way. He had known that it could not work when Castiel did not trust him equally as he trusted the former angel --Who happened to be an angel again now. Dean was burning to ask what had happened and how he had gotten his grace back, but that wasn't the point of this whole conversation.

"If you say so...", he said with a blank and monotone voice before he took the papers and walked over to the table in the room, sitting down and reading through it --Pretending to read through it. He needed time. But then again... He didn't. He had been waiting for this moment for the past months..

Dean was just about to sign the papers, when Castiel asked for Iana --Iana wasn't just his. He had taken her away from Castiel because he had been falling... "She is fine." There was no need in telling Castiel where she was; if she would want him to find her, she would let him. But obviously, if Castiel wasn't even able to 'feel' his own daughter, it was not up to Dean to get in the middle of those two for a second time. He had nearly lost his daughter once; he wouldn't risk it a second time. "Playing with Lacey. Benny is with them and making sure they do not do anything too stupid..." A nother deep, deep sigh and Dean lowered his gaze down at the papers one more time, looking at the cross where he had to sign... And he did. He gave Castiel what he wanted... Always would. "Here you go..."

#askevilcas #askdeanwin

gareth-mallory

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#let’s play is it fanfic or is it canon

gareth-mallory

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#let’s play is it fanfic or is it canon

llorstel

askcrowleyandcas

I’M PISSING.

This is not funny.

solopatria

HEADCANON!

And then Anna beat him up.

astudyincastiel

xD JFC.

Poor Cas. He landed on his head that day; he was stuck, upside down, in a cloud for twenty minutes until Anna pulled him out after beating the holy shit out of Gabriel.

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this just gets funnier and funnier the longer you look at it holy shit

thehuntingqueen

OMFG

I CAN’T EVEN.

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD, I PEED.

OMG.

CASSIE, BABY.

carl-and-ellies-place

Disney love

Pie? Sharing is caring, buddy.

....Do I really have to? --I don't even like you.

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Some Nights Tumblr Version.

Based off this post.

Lyrics:

Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop

Some nights, I don’t sleep at all

Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending

Some nights, I wish I could log off

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, these are ship wars

What are we fighting for?

Why don’t we read fanfic already?

I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life

Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again

To stay for a while

But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight

I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life

Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end

‘Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again

Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know…

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?

(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)

So log on.

Log on.

Log on,

OH LOG ON!

Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love” ‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes… Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from… Some terrible writers…ahhh…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP

I wish it would update already

I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.

Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…

I’m never logging off

Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …

Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.